the ultimate falsity of two

I trust in the timing of life

in the endless flow of this river inside of me,

and in the love buried deep within my dogs eyes.

I trust there is a new way revealing itself,

messy, raw and incomplete.

I trust in this body and the way it knows—

I trust in the wild calls it makes,

when it finds itself

alive on its own unimaginable thresholds.

I trust in the cry of the children, and in the laughter too.

And that all exists within its own unknowable perfection.

I trust in our shared humanity

and in the hands I have given this life over to.

I trust in the arms of grace that carry it now,

and in the ultimate falsity, of two.